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Here's mine...I don't recycle rejected manuscripts, although some writers do, on the grounds that what one publisher or contest judge doesn't like, another one will. I don't trust the Internet that far. If it's been e-mailed, it goes here so no e-mail hacker can claim to have written it.
Elf
Story
“It’s
not a bicycle,” said Jadyn. “What is it, a lump of coal?”
“No,
darling. Open it,” said Jadyn’s Mom.
“It’s
a doll! That’s worse’n coal!”
“No,
really...we don’t think you’re old enough to ride a bicycle around town yet,
especially after all that trouble you got into riding a scooter. Expensive
trouble, too. But this is Mickey Elf. He’s here to sit on your shelf all year
and tell Santa Claus what a good kid you’ve been.”
“Santa
Claus, huh?” said Jadyn. “Like you can’t tell Uncle Paul and Mr. Johnson what
kind of kid I’ve been, yourselves!”
“Jadyn,
look what he’s sitting on before you get grumpy, okay?”
“A
giftcard? That’s more like it.”
“We’ll
go and see what’s on sale tomorrow, right?”
The
giftcard wasn’t worth enough for a bicycle but it paid for a pair of shoes and
a puzzle game. Jadyn was pleased.
When
school opened, Jadyn thought Mickey Elf might enjoy spying on Brylee and tucked
the little elf into Brylee’s coat pocket.
“What’s
that?” said Brylee, pulling out
Mickey Elf. “How’d it get into my pocket?”
“Don’t
look at me,” said Kaycen.
Brylee
tossed the little elf into the yard they were walking past.
“What’s
that?” said the new owner, tidying
the yard. “It’s like a little elf...somebody took a plastic doll head and stuck
lurex on it to make an elf. Nothing creepy about that. Or is there?”
Mickey
Elf grinned plastically at him. There was just a hint of resentment in his
plastic smile.
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